This is utterly heartbreaking.
June 16th, 2013 at 03:15pm
THIS. RIGHT. HERE. I. AM. CRYING.
Now, the description is absolutely wonderful, fabulous, and I can see absolutely everything (when can I not with your amazing writing) and the three boys in the corner, seriously, I'm going to sob: "The boy being held was crying silently, trying to get out of the youngest’s grip to go to the door, but even his bony elbows couldn't get the youngest to let go," yep, definitely going to sob, and he's so worried about Brendon that he's going to run, but he can't, he just can't and I can't breathe right now, ow, pain, and can I just marry Jon's story about Dylan and the vicious moth, best thing I've seen ever (besides you and your stories, of course) and Brendon is the absolute cutest thing ever, okay, I am cry, "Triangles are the messengers!", someone help me, I would most certainly play along, and noW WE ARE BACK TO REALITY (oh, there goes gravity--okay, Eminem, let's take you back home) and now Ryan is so desperate to find Brendon, I am choking because he has to find Brendon okay and if he doesn't i'm going to kill someone seriously, and the gym scene is hurting me in ways I didn't know I could be hurt, that's absolutely terrible, aND WHY IS MRS. URIE NOT WITH THE OTHER PARENTS AND MORE IMPORTANTLY BRENDON I'm gonna attack, I swear, I'll attack (and now 30stm is in my head yeeep) AND YES YES YES YES YES, I am sobbing/crying/rejoicing/screaming/flailing because Brenny, this one-shot sent me through so much pain and so many tears and roller-coaster-emotions that I don't know what to do. I love this. The last line. The first line. THE EVERYTHING. Just yes.
I love you and this and you and I can't breathe (you guys are awesome at your intruder drill, last time we had a lockdown, some boy had to crawl into the corner and he got chalk on his back from the chalkboard and everyone giggled and long story short, if that was real we would've died. XD) This right here. Amazing. As. Always. Love threefinity! <3<3<3